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this is sunny signing in for the week:

the prompt - Tell me about your body.
You can tell me what you love/hate about it. You can tell me your best/worst feature. You can tell me what you would/wouldn't change. You can tell about the insides/outsides. You can tell me about a scar you earned, or an operation, about your first kiss (and how it felt on your lips) about your first time. You can tell me what it feels like to be inside you. You can tell me whatever.

the result -i'm a little behind [heh, no.. i'm a ghetto booty.] but i'll get caught up eventually. even though molly said that you don't have to answer every question [or any question] i'd feel like i was being disrespectful. or something like that. it's like on msn messenger... i stop typing [usually] when someone else is.

anyway, my body. i like my hands. i like that when i move my thumb a certain way a small hollow appears in my wrist. i like that i can create things that i am satisfied with. i like feeling capable.

i'm a bit of a freak when it comes to certain bones. i love the way a clavicle looks. i love the shadows that the ridge throws. i love the muscles in my arms [they aren't very big but they're pretty].

i like the little pooch of my belly, i think it's cute. i like my off-center bellybutton and my one nipple hair. i like all the little eccentricities of my body.

there are a few things that i don't like though. i don't like how tense my neck and shoulders get because of "stress." i don't like my awful eyes. or the weird little tumor thing on my tongue.

i guess that i'm generally happy with my body.

'til next time,

sunny's body
11:39 a.m. @ 2002-02-25

"But we in it shall be remember'd; we few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; for he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition: and gentlemen in England now a-bed shall think themselves accused they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."

- William Shakespeare